paroles de chanson Street Opera (Edited)) - Ghostface Killah feat. Sun God
Sun
God...
get
'em,
official...
I
stay
far
from
my
opponents,
pardon
me
dogs
That's
why
lead
the
call,
they
moving
up
on
us
But
them
g's
on
the
corners,
move
when
I
move
That's
a
warning,
or
I'mma
have
my
goons
spin
a
garment
Think
it's
sweet,
and
try
to
creep
or
run
up
on
us
Shit'll
get
deeper
than
twelve
foot,
and
you
be
leaking
out
of
order
Don't
beef,
if
you
ain't
beefin'
for
no
quarters
Cuz
pain
is
money,
you
float
funny
when
you
surfin'
the
water
I'm
that
dude
slangin'
pack
by
the
border
I
love
my
life,
I
live
it
twice,
cuz
it's
up
to
me
sorta
You
a
fool
with
a
mental
disorder,
and
it's
probably
your
daughter
That
really
love
me,
for
the
shit
that
I
taught
her
Will
Smith
on
the
guest
list,
pops
is
the
king
I'm
the
fresh
prince,
forty
oil
tune,
kick
ya
chest
in
Us
that
got
the
uni
confession,
pardon
your
dame
I'm
new
to
the
game,
but
true
to
my
lessons
Jeans,
hoods,
guns,
crack
Visions
of
me
swallowing
crack,
being
chased
by
jake
And
the
sound
of
the
razor
keep
hitting
the
plate
And
tooters
is
flab
with
rugers,
with
daggers
and
them
jeans
We
chew
through
it,
like
we
coming
down
off
woolas
And
my
P.O.,
she
half
Creole,
I
move
from
Philly
to
Dallas
With
true
talent,
like
my
name
is
T.O.
So
when
I
piss,
I
gotta
piss
slow,
she
know
I
kick
them
Vasine
bottles
Cuz
if
I'm
dirty,
I
ain't
letting
it
go
Your
project
steps
is
Ajax
down,
dry
blood
Maintenance
men
with
the
scrub
brush,
scraping
the
ground
Diapers,
baby
rattles
and
broke
lighters,
I
led
many
Horses
to
water,
just
to
see
if
they
like
it
Taste
my,
Betty
Crock',
ready
rock,
bet
he
cock,
now
News
flash,
my
nigga
ridin'
L,
laid
a
cop
down
Any
of
ya
niggas
want
beef,
I
will
stop
clowns
I
got
a
bad
ox'
fifth,
now
how
the
glock
sound?
Aiyo,
what
up
S.G.?
(Aiyo,
what's
poppin'
my
nigga
I'm
just
oil
in
the
toolies,
exercising
my
trigger
Finger,
I
got
the
biggest
bangers)
Yeah,
I
got
a
crispy
stainless
Your
mans
ain't
fucking
those
hoes,
they
just
a
bunch
of
gamers
(Them
head
shots,
neck
shots,
probably
blow
they
brains
in
I'm
so
close
to
the
edge,
pushin'
they
fucking
face
in)
I
bet
you
now,
them
muthafuckas
really
start
complaining
(No
hesitation,
my
reputation'll
leave
'em
chaining)
We
go
hard,
like
the
NARC's
when
we
start
invading
(I
copped
the
license
and
registration,
to
cock
and
aiming)
It's
all
entertainment
(And
all
my
niggas
made
it)
We
hard
body
like
Wu-Tang
and
Iron
Maiden
(I
keep
the
iron
blazing,
hands
hurt
Like
a
bitch
when
she
putting
braids
in,
I
think
it's
so
amazing)
We
ran
trains
for
hours,
up
in
the
Days
Inn
Hood
rats
and
crack
motels,
we
seen
baking
Yeah,
good...
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1 Ghost Is Back (Edited))
2 Miguel Sanchez (Edited))
3 Guns N' Razors (Edited))
4 Miss Info Celebrity Drama Skit (Edited))
5 Outta Town Sh*t (Edited))
6 Back Like That Remix (Edited))
7 Street Opera (Edited))
8 Block Rock (Edited))
9 Josephine (Edited))
10 Blue Armor (Edited))
11 You Know I'm No Good (Featuring Ghostface Killah Edited))
12 Alex (Stolen Script) (Edited))
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